Farewell to the King of Pop

Its not very often that news happens during work hours that causes a wave of discussion from one end of the cubicles to the other. When the rumours that Michael Jackson had died today finally reached Milwaukee, even the most introverted of consultants emerged from their calculation caves to hear more. Let's face it, Michael Jackson was a pretty odd duck, but no one out there can say he was without talent. Votes didn't even need to be counted, everyone knows he's the King of Pop; a title never once considered for the Mickey Mouse Club taintees or the no-skill hacks fronting the boy bands of the previous decade (thank goodness those days are ending). I'll never forget the first time I saw a recording of him dancing and singing on stage to Billy Jean, and I realized that this is the best entertainer the world may ever have. It frustrates me so much when all a person can say is that he was a sicko or strange...not that he wasn't...but I wish people would remember that if it weren't for Michael Jackson we'd have no moon walk! I submit that the best way to measure the closed mindedness of a person is to ask his or her opinion of Michael Jackson.
Here's my list of Michael Jackson memories, fellow Jackson fans can leave a comment with one of their own:

• Driving to Bear Lake in Bishop Stahle's van, listening to Michael's Greatest Hits CD (the one with the golden statue on the front) the entire way there.
• Staying up all night with my sister in my parents' basement watching all of VH1's top 100 music videos of all time, knowing from the beginning that number one must be Thriller. If you've never seen Jackson dance in that video, you are not a true American.
• Blasting"Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough" and "The Way You Make Me Feel" while we drove through Vegas on Sara and I's first road trip together. The man made some incredible road trip music.
• Seeing the actual diamond-encrusted white glove used by Michael Jackson at the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. They also had that red jacket there, and the wolf mask he used to film the Thriller video. We spent like 15 minutes staring at that stuff, some of the sacred rock relics of our generation.
• Being forced to rehearse and sing "Heal the World" in 5th grade music class. All the other kids hated that song, but I really liked it. Its one of the few songs out there that I've never forgotten the words to.

Check out Michael Jackson's patent http://v3.espacenet.com/publicationDetails/biblio?CC=US&NR=5255452&KC=&FT=E